Biography of The Real Hypnotic
I never thought it possible to feel alone. With all these people around me.
I only trust poetry with my thoughts.
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Sonnet Xvi. To Kosciusko
by John Keats
Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone
Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling;
It comes upon us like the glorious pealing
Of the wide spheres -- an everlasting tone.
And now it tells me, that in worlds unknown,
The names of heroes, burst from clouds concealing,
And changed to harmonies, for ever stealing
Through cloudless blue, and round each silver throne.
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